The way it works is that you'd still have the same amount of hours in a week as you do now (168) but only six days in a week. So we could get rid of Monday altogether. Which is fine, because Mondays are stupid. Only The Bangles would be upset about losing Mondays, and they've already made their money
The growing interest in American TV as a substitute for our own is not simply an idiosyncrasy, it signifies of Britain's failure to keep pace with the cultural market. The relative incompetence of home-produced programming becomes apparent in the context of the global marketplace - beyond the iPlayer horizon, Britain is punching well above its weight.
In a moment of madness I decided to take on the challenge thrown down to us after last year's Funny Women Challenge to celebrate our 10th Anniversary by training up 10 business women to perform stand up, and take on the men! Sounds relatively simple, doesn't it? We'd done it several times before, albeit not on such a large scale, and the men seemed 'well up for it'...
Even the gallant men who try to champion the older woman 'case' still fall into the trap of using looks as a barometer for acceptance. Lovely David Dimbleby was quoted as saying "Women mature elegantly and better than men very often. I don't think age should be a factor for women appearing on television."
I haven't yet settled down and binged my comedy guts out on Arrested Development's new episodes, opting instead for a comparatively restrained viewing of the first two episodes last night. I'm not sure how the rest of the run pans out, but those opening episodes have left me fairly confident of a few things:
From slinky, sensuous, sexy, silk lingerie, to rough textured coats, us humans cannot shop or even 'browse shop' without touching clothes around us. Surrounded by the array of textures, colours and fabrics we cannot help our selves but touch or pick up the piece of clothing. This is almost like a drug!
Such is the tedium served up these days, making stark the realisation that the bile and satire of 30 years ago has vanished. Watching such inchoate comedy (I'm not sure it's even stand-up) is like having your leg humped by a glove puppet: it's attention grabbing but without the necessary aggression which is key to the best comedy.
Some people may dread that women will come on and talk about periods. I don't. I dread that the next 20 something white middle class male will come on and do some inadvisable and ill-conceived material on rape or pedophilia or something being LITERALLY the funniest thing that ever happened, when it LITERALLY is not.